Potters Sister

    Heather Potter was clearly not a true member of the Weasley family she grew up with. She loved them with all her heart, of course, for they were the family when she had none. However, she didn't have their striking ginger hair. She didn't have their freckle filled nose and cheeks. She looked much, much, different.     In fact, she was the complete opposite of any Weasley you'd ever seen. Her hair was a dark brown, only a few shades lighter than pure jet black. Her eyes, although not as bright as emeralds, were still noticeably green. She was the perfect mixture of her deceased parents, James and Lily Potter.     Her twin brother, Harry Potter, was identical to her. Save the fact that he was the opposite gender, of course. Although, they did have their differences. His hair did go the few shades darker to become pure jet black. And his eyes did shine brighter, resembling emeralds. It's not like they could compare, however. Harry Potter did not know his twin sister even existed. He did not know about magic at all. Heather had grown up in the magical world, grown up knowing her and Harry's story and now, after eleven years, she finally has the chance to meet her brother.     The year was 1991. Harry and Heather Potter had turned eleven on July 31st, and were now entering their first year of schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Prepared to catch up on all the years they had been separated, stuck together at the hip since they had sat down on the train, the twins wished for Gryffindor.     And one of their wishes was granted. The other, however, was not. Heather Potter was a Slytherin, through and through, even if she wasn't ready to admit it. But the others would help her recognize her pride and ambition for what it is: true Slytherin qualities. The others being, specifically, Draco Malfoy.